Bridget: Um, well, he left a message saying saying that he was dealing with
something, and he would tell me about it later.

Whip: Well, that sounds mysterious.

Bridget: Yeah, I know. I wonder what it is myself.

Nick: Anything?

Zev: You know, hovering over me won't make this go any faster.

Sandy: Now that we have Graham's D.N.A., I have to know if he was the guy
that attacked me.

Zev: I-I'm working as fast as I can.

Sandy: Please, every minute counts. We don't want this happening to someone
else.

Hope: (Sighs) The--the room's spinning.

Graham: Party time.

Hope: I feel really strange.

Graham: Mm, that's okay. Your knight in shining armor is here.

Hope: (Sighs)

Graham: Just--shh.

Hope: I-I need a phone.

Graham: Just relax and enjoy the ride. I'm gonna take good care of you.
(Sighs) You know, I know exactly what you need, I have from the first moment I
saw your... (sighs) your sweet face. Your perfect little life's about to change
forever starting tonight.

Brooke: Thanks, Donna. Please keep an eye out for her.

Ridge: Hope's a smart girl.

Brooke: (Sighs)

Ridge: She'll be okay.

Brooke: (Sighs) I-I just can't help wondering if this is payback for my sins
with Deacon.

Ridge: Logan, this is not your fault.

Brooke: Must have been temporary insanity. I mean, how else could I sleep
with my daughter's husband?

Ridge: Hey, you got to let this go.

Brooke: It took a long time for Bridget to forgive me. And I lost my way all
those years ago, but she finally did forgive me. I didn't lose her.

Ridge: And you're not going to lose Hope.

Bridget: It's so hard to believe that in a couple months, there's gonna be
another picture on this desk-- a baby picture.

Whip: Well, I'm glad it's working out so well for you guys.

Bridget: Yeah, thanks to Sandy. (Sighs) Jeez, I feel like I have known her
forever.

Whip: (Sighs)

Bridget: You know, there's definitely a part of her that, uh, she certainly
likes to keep hidden.

Whip: Maybe she's just private, Bridget, that's all.

Bridget: Mm. I don't know. Sometimes I feel this sadness behind her eyes,
like she's been through something really painful that she can't share. I don't
know. I just--I wish I knew what it was.

Sandy: What is taking so long?

Nick: Are you even close?

Zev: Look, you can't hurry science-- not if we want this to stick in court
and get this guy off the streets.

Nick: He's right. We have to be absolutely sure about this.

Sandy: I know, and you know what? We probably shouldn't get our hopes up
anyway, because it's probably just another dead end.

Nick: No, no, no, no. No, we wait. We let the police handle this. That's how
we do it.

Sandy: No, Nick, I've waited five years. I'm not gonna wait another minute.

Nick: Sandy!

Hope: Oh, my head hurts. I'm tired.

Graham: You were the life of the party.

Hope: I was?

Graham: Mm-hmm. Every guy wanted you. You were flirting and dancing and...

Hope: No, I-I have to go home.

Graham: Uh-oh.

Hope: I-I--

Graham: Shh.

Hope: Oh, God, help me.

Graham: Shh. There you go. You...

(Shoe clunks on floor)

Graham: Are not going anywhere. The party's just starting.

Sandy: Can't you go any faster?

Nick: Take it easy. We'll get there soon enough.

Graham: Where to start? Oh, now, now, there's no rush. (Laughs) Silly girl.
Ahh, there we go. Look, we are just gonna take our time, enjoy every second of
this special night. (Chuckles) You know, I know how much you wanted me. I saw it
in your eyes the first time we met, but, God, you were so shy. So, of course, I
had to make the first move. (Laughs) Mm. God, you're so beautiful. You are so
perfect. Yeah, you're gonna be just perfect.

Bridget: Well, it's true, I think of Sandy as a really close friend. I just
sense that she's holding back. Maybe she just doesn't trust me yet.

Oliver: Whip, have-- have you seen my sister?

Bridget: I-I--

Whip: Bridget, this is, um--

Bridget: Oliver?

Whip: Yeah.

Oliver: Uh--

Bridget: You're Sandy's brother.

Oliver: Bridget.

Bridget: Yes.

Oliver: Hey, um, very, very cool about the baby.

Bridget: Oh, yeah, thank you. Well, we're very excited. It's so lovely to
meet you as well. I'm very fond of your sister.

Oliver: Uh, she loves you a lot.

Bridget: Well, she's a pretty special woman and the perfect surrogate. I
actually wish that we had met a long time ago. I think we-- we'd be great
friends. Excuse me, if you don't mind. I got to go wrap up some more designs.
Whip, take care.

Whip: Bye.

Bridget: And I hope I will be seeing a lot more of you, Oliver.

Whip: Bye.

Oliver: I can see why my sister likes her.

Whip: Yeah, Bridget’s terrific.

Oliver: I hope she doesn't flip when she learns about Sandy's lost years.

Whip: No.

Oliver: All that trauma.

Whip: She won’t. Bridget's very understanding. She's very compassionate.

Oliver: My sister's a ditz about time. I was supposed to meet her here, like,
a half an hour ago.

Nick: You okay?

Sandy: I don't know. I've spent years waiting for this moment.

Nick: There's Graham's building.

Sandy: I know. This is where it all happened to me.

Nick: Well, hang tight. You're about to get justice.

(Tires squeal)

Brooke: (Sighs) Voicemail again.

Ridge: She's probably still very upset. Logan, I think she'll call us soon.
She knows how worried we are.

Brooke: Where is our little girl? And why isn't she answering her phone?

Graham: What a good girl you are. There's no talking back with you. There's
no fuss. Man... (clicks tongue) I wish all women could be like you. (Sighs) But
they're not.

Nick: Baker's on his way. Now when we get in there, you stay behind me and
stay quiet.

Graham: (Scoffs) You don't need all this paint, you silly girl, 'cause you're
pure. That's what I love about you. And you're mine for the taking. All right,
what, were--were you about to say something? God, why do women talk so much?
That just ruins everything! I'm s--I'm sorry. (Sighs) Just--it's so much-- it's
just so much better when you're quiet. Just stay quiet. Thank you. That's much
better.

{elevator gate opens}

Graham: No, don't worry. I'll be gentle. When you wake up, you'll just think
you had too much to drink. Shame and guilt will keep that pretty mouth shut. It
always does. (Sighs) It's time, my beautiful Hope.

Nick: Graham, it's Nick Marone.

Graham: Uh, it's-- it's--it's not a good time. I'm in--I'm in-- I'm in the
middle of something.

Charlie: No, she's at, uh, we're at a photographer's loft, a guy named Graham
Darros. We think she's been drugged.

Brooke: What? If he hurt her, if he touched one hair on her head--

Ridge: You tell Hope her mom and dad are on their way.

Charlie: It's 33 Greene Street.

Brooke: Just tell her that we love her.

Ridge: Come on.

Brooke: Let's go.

Oliver: My sister's been through hell and back.

Whip: Yeah. Well, at least she came back.

Oliver: But some psycho's still out there. And all my sister is to him is
another notch on his belt.

Whip: Yeah, well, someday, he's gonna make a mistake, whoever did this to
her, and he's gonna trip up. Sandy will be there to nail him.

Nick: Sandy! Sandy! Sandy!

Graham: (Grunts, grunts)

Sandy: Stop!

Graham: You just get away from me. Who the hell are you?

Sandy: Five years ago, same loft, you freakin' coward. You drugged me. You
raped me.

Graham: Whoa, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who
the hell you are.

Sandy: Shut up. You're a liar.

Graham: Look, listen, I-I didn't do anything wrong, okay? Maybe you jumped in
the sack with one of my friends or something and then cried rape, but I never--
I never touched you, so don't point the finger at me.

Sandy: You took my life from me. Tonight, they're gonna lock you up, buddy.
You're going to jail.

Graham: You got nothing on me.

Sandy: How many other women, Graham?

Graham: How many--

Sandy: How many other women?

Graham: Wait. Whoa, wait. Hold--hold--calm down. Okay, is this about the girl
downstairs? If it is, look, I was only helping her. Okay? I--she was at one of
my parties. Someone probably put something in her drink. I was taking care--

Charlie: The paramedics need to get her to the hospital to be sure, but I
think Nick and Sandy got here just in time.

Ridge: Nick and Sandy?

Charlie: There's a lot going on, Ridge. We'll fill you in.

Brooke: Oh, God, my poor baby. Hope?

Ridge: Where is he?

Charlie: He ran out. My dad and Nick are after him right now. Don't worry.
We'll get him, Ridge.

Ridge: When you do, give me five minutes alone with him first. That's all I
ask.

Bridget: Oh, good, I'm glad you guys are still here.

Oliver: Yeah, my sister's late. Everything all right?

Bridget: Yeah, I mean, it's just been another busy day at work. Other than
that, I'm just gonna kill Nick. I've been texting him nonstop, and he hasn't
responded. It's just weird. It's not like him to be this out of touch.

Sandy: What are you gonna do now, Mr. World-famous photographer, huh? I know
what you are.

Graham: Look, what do-- what do--what do you want from me?

Sandy: I want you to understand what you took from me, the living hell that
you have made my life the last few years. So you take a good look at my face,
Graham, 'cause you're never gonna forget it again.

Graham: (Chuckles) You are crazy.

Sandy: I have waited years-- years for this moment.

Graham: You were drunk that night. Now whatever happened, you probably
deserved it.

Sandy: You took so much away from me. But you know what, Graham? I'm still
here. I'm still standing. And I got my voice back, Graham. You know what I'm
gonna do with it?

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